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 I ſet myſelf under an oak,

and heavily ſighed for him.

Sae merry. &c.





I'VE been courting at a laſs,

theſe twenty days and mair;

Her father winna gie me her,

ſhe has ſic a gleib of gear:

But gin I had her where I wou’d,

amang the hether here,

I'd ſtrive to win her kindneſs,

for a’ her father's care.

For ſhe's a bonny fonſie laſs,

an 'armsfu' I ſwear;

I wou'd marry her without a coat,

e'er a plack o’ gear.

For truſt me. when I ſaw her firſt,

ſhe gae me ſic a wound.

That a’ the doctors i' the earth

can never mak me ſound.

For when ſhe's abſent from my ſight,

I think upon her ſtill;

And when I ſleep or when I wake,

ſhe does my ſenſes fill.

May a’ that's good attend the laſs,

that ſweetens a' my life;

And ſhame fa’ me gin e'er I feel

anither for my wife.